Wesley: "When they went out of business they just left these here?"
Cordy: "Yup. Also the desk. We"ll share."
Wesley: "And when we go out of business we can just leave our stuff for the next guy."

Cordy: "Hey, hey, negative energy boy, with all of our money pooled together we can stay here a long time."

Wesley: "Hmm. 20 minutes."
Cordy: "At least."
Wesley: "Angel Investigations without the аngel. - You think we can do it?"
Cordy: "Well, we better. I mean, what else can we do? And I still have the visions. That"ll keep us busy sometimes."

Wesley: "We"re gonna need a lot more than that. A steady, outside clientele."
Cordy: "It"ll happen. This is our future, you know? And, personally, I think it is pretty bright. Ow! Dead plant! - *Not* symbolizing our future.
Really!"
Gunn: "Okay, everyone parked within ten blocks has a flyer on their windshield. We just slightly irritated almost a hundred people. Does it smell funky in here to you?"

Cordy: "It"ll air out. And good job with the flyers. Now we can just sit back and let the calls roll in."

Gunn: "They better roll in through a bull horn. We"ve got no dial tone."
Cordy: "What?"
Wesley: "Perhaps it"s the wires."
Cordy: "They said it would be on by now!"

Gunn: "One desk? We"re sharing?"
Wesley: "Aha! Things are looking up. I think I found the right wire. Ah!"
Gunn: "I"m so glad I met you guys. It"s entertaining. Really."
Host: "Hey, big fella. You"re gotta be singing all the time in here, am I right? Come on, with these acoustics? "and the rockets red glare!" - Do you hear that resonance?"
Angel: "What I hear, and maybe, hopefully, I"m still dreaming, is the star-spangled-banner being belted out by a loud green demon."

Host: "We"re all brothers under the skin, mi amigo. Although the garden hue and the horns have kept me out of some key public performances. Just once I"d love to ring in a Lakers game with our national anthem. Is that so much to ask?"
Angel: "Yes! Is there a reason you"re here?"
Host: "There is. What"s today? Thursday? Tomorrow night - the world"s going to end. I thought you might want to know."

Angel: "I don"t."
Host: "Man, you just get darker and darker. And the weird thing is, your aura? Beige."

Angel: "I don"t have coffee."
Host: "Or a duster, buster. I don"t know why you fired those three plucky kids. They were good company. Not to mention, Cordelia? Uh! Hot-o-rama!
In the "oh my sizzling loins" sense of the word, if you know what I mean. And the British boy? He"s gonna be playing a *huge* - well. "

Angel: "Are you gonna get to the world ending or are you just gonna chat until it does?"

Host: "All right, all right! Although my buoyant good will falling on your deaf ears is something we"ll need to look at in the future. The world ending? Huh, it"s kind of a funny story. I"m at the club last night. Fairly typical Wednesday crowd. A Torto demon and his parasite were *murdering* the Everly Brothers..."

Host: "...which is nothing compared to what Elian had done to my sea-breeze!"

"Is this a difficult concept? Were we absent the day they taught sea-breeze in bartender school? Vodka, cranberry, *fresh* grapefruit juice. Which requires a real live grapefruit. One you must cut and squeeze, not pour from a can."

"...Oh. The man is *such* a moron. You have no idea how I"m suffering since Ramone left."

Angel: "Oh, I have an idea. Can you just get to the point already?"
Host: "Yes, I can, if you"d let me get a word in edgewise, Mr. Get-to-the-point-y-pants.

So this guy I"ve never seen before - gets up to sing. Usually I love it. You know, they sing, I read their futures, their auras, I see into their souls..."

Angel: "So this guy..."
Host: "The thing that was remarkable about him was there was absolutely nothing remarkable about him..."
The human: "This is a song that I like, because..."
Host: "...Just your average Joe about to mangle a tune and bore me with some bland vision of his bland future..."

...When I came to he was gone."
Angel: "He didn"t wait to hear what you saw on him?"
Host: "Nope-ah."
Angel: "So what knocked you out?"
Host: "I looked into this guy and I saw - he has no future after ten o"clock tomorrow night - and neither does anybody else."
Angel: "Let"s say I do believe you."
Host: "Oh, honey, let"s say a lot more than that. We"ve got to find this guy. This is the big blackout we"re talking about. This guy is gonna do something between now and tomorrow night. I don"t know what, but it"s gonna cancel *everybody"s* summer plans. We got to find him and stop him."

Angel: "Why"d you come to me?"
Host: "Isn"t it obvious? You"re a champion. A unique force for good in a troubled world. - Also, all the other champions I know are currently out of town or - dead.
Why? You don"t want to work with me? - Is this because I sent you on a couple of missions that turned out to be a little..."

Angel: "Pointless and deadly?"
Host: "As for example. But I sent you on those missions in good faith. And we interrupt this broadcast to inform you: world ending?

Kind of an emergency situation here. You might want to get on board."

Angel: "So why did this guy leave the club before you had a chance to tell him what you saw?"
Host: "People get scared. They come in for a reading, then they don"t wanna know. Especially when the psychic faints and, uh! - a teeny bit of vomit... Lets-lets *not* dwell."

Angel: "Maybe he"s just a guy who likes to sing Karaoke. Maybe he doesn"t know anything about you."
Host: "That"d make more sense. - So what we should do is to start with the other local Karaoke bars, see if we can get a lead on him.

That is if you"re not toо busy getting lawyers killed and setting girls on fire.
Mike: "Someone forgot to wind time-boy."
Val: "He"s thinking. Something *you* ought to try."
Mike: "Very funny. He"s really not that much smarter than the rest of us."
Val: "I guess that"s why *his* work on the time paradox earned Professor Orfalla a Nobel nomination and your work on carpet mold was promptly forgotten by everyone?"

Mike: "You know what you are?"
Val: "Yes. I do, Mike. And if you say it I"ll put your face in liquid nitrogen."
"Hey. What"s the good word?"
Gene: "Entanglement."
Val: "How"s that again?"
Gene: "In Newton"s world space and time are separate entities, in Einstein"s their entwined."

Val: "Einstein"s entwined. Can you say that ten times really fast?"

Gene: "So how is it that altering one particle of an entangled pair causes the other particle to be affected - without any communication between the two."
Val: "Because space and time are one."

Gene: "So how do you separate an entwined pair? You don"t. You can"t. In fact you probably shouldn"t even try."

Val: "I never do."
Gene: "What you should do is carve out - one instant - at a time."

Val: "Look, I like the theory of freezing time as much as the next Star Trek nerd..."

Gene: "It"s not freezing time, although that is what it would look like to an outside observer. I"m talking about removing one infinitesimal space-time aggregate of from all that surrounds it."

Val: "A tiny event horizon."
Gene: "Sort of. And then growing that event into something measurable and controllable. Your dog and his favorite bone preserved forever - in his own impenetrable little bubble."

Val: "And who"s gonna clean up that bubble?"
Gene: "If I could just get the math right, I should be able to prove it by generating a focal point with the accelerator"s beams here and passing liquid mercury - through that point."

Val: "Suspending the mercury. Snatching it out of our time-space continuum - and freezing the moment."
Gene: "Forever."
Val: "Denise. Thank god you"re here. Your boyfriend was just coming on to me with the old Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen correlation."

Host: "Excuse me?"
Bartender: "Demons. We get a couple now and then but they"re usually vampires passing for human."
Host: "Well, I never pass on anything, mister, especially when it comes with a little umbrella in the glass."
Angel: "You worked here long?"
Bartender: "Eleven years now. It used to be a regular bar. But then they put in one of these Karaoke machines. Thought it would bring in the customers. It drove most of them away. We got a few steadies that make up for it."

Bartender: "Sounds like the kid."
Angel: "Name?"
Bartender: "I don"t know his name but he comes in every few weeks. Runs with the whole broken heart songbook. First time I thought somebody died. But after a couple of weeks I figured he was just one of those manic depressants."
Host: "Hey, Goliath, you got a good picture of this grad student in your head? Well, how about singing a few bars of "For He"s a Jolly Good Fellow", hmm?"

Angel: "Oh, you know, he"s a demon. You better do what he says or he might - talk your ears off."
Bartender: "For he"s a jolly good fellow, for he"s a jolly good fellow..."

Host: "Yeah, it"s him. It"s our boy. Fabulous tone by the way, really nice vibrato.
And you keep plugging away on that novel, F. Scott. Art is its own reward. Got to give the people hope. Now this grad student, which university would that be?"

Gene: "Nine to the eleventh where "P" is invariant. X, y and z are zero and time is orthogonal to the other three axis.
Given "A" and "A" slash zero - equals momentum and mass energy... and the conservation of p-x, p-y... and p-z - here goes nothing."
"There went nothing. This is never gonna work."
Demon: "He"s the one. He doesn"t know it yet, but he"s the one. From nothingness the human pestilence came, into nothingness it goes."
Cordy: "There. See? We"ll work without the harsh glare of flourescents, or all that distracting computer information."

Gunn: "Yeah. And don"t try to tell us there is no way to go but up, because the truth is - there is always more down."

Virginia: "Oh! And that was very well said by the way. But I found a case for you. A client. A rich one."
Wesley: "Really?"
Cordy: "And this isn"t the first thing you say when you come in the room?"

Virginia: "Well, I got distracted by your waves of desperation. But it"s true. My friend Patricia, her family, they"ve got like this big guy that"s been harassing them, hanging around the house getting scary, and they"d be really grateful if someone got rid of him."

Gunn: "That sounds easy."
Cordy: "Uh, wait. By "big guy" do you mean demon?"
Virginia: "Yeah. And by "house" I mean palatial estate, and by "grateful" I mean they"ll give you big tubs of cash.
Really rich family. They invented, uhm, I don"t know, like - chairs, or something."

Gene: "Nine to the seventeenth. Where C squared and E squared are obtained by differentiating them... four velocity! Four velocity termination?"
I did it. - Oh, this is a yee-ha moment. I - I definitely think this is a yee-ha moment!"

"Yee-ha-ha!"
Angel: "Where did you learn how to drive?"
Host: "Just now in your car. Not bad for a beginner, huh?"
Angel: "What? You nearly got us killed - four times."
Host: "Someone had to drive. You weren"t exactly qualified, huddled under a blanket in back, hiding from the sun.
I better stick to the shadows and think of something to say should we happen upon a comely co-ed."

Angel: "Tell her you're the new school mascot. Wait here."
Angel: "Student yearbook/faculty publications going back past five years. Lets see if we can"t find your little madman bent on destroying the universe."

Host: "I like to think of him as *our* little madman. That"s just me, team player, you know?"
Val: "You alright girl?"
Denise: "Huh? - Yeah. Fine. I"m good. You know, I"m - not - perfect. Oh, god."
Val: "Come on, spit it out. You"re among friends."
Denise: "This has to stay among friends. You can"t repeat this to anybody."

Val: "Yeah?"
Denise: "But he"s just sort of - hollow, or something. When I"m with him I feel - I feel lonely."
Val: "Maybe that"s because *he* is. You know I love him, but he *is* an energy sucker."

Denise: "I have to break up with him."
Val: "Uh. Not to be a massive bitch or anything, but couldn"t you figure that out *before* the big anniversary do?"

Denise: "He"s got the whole thing planned. He"s making me dinner at his place."
Val: "What are you gonna do? Oh, my god. You"re gonna give him the sympathy bone, aren"t you? It"s gonna be dinner, sympathy bone, and adios Gene. I"m totally right, aren"t I?"
Denise: "Well, we"ve been together for a year. I can"t just - walk out on him! It just wouldn"t be right. Not after all we"ve..."

Val: "No, you"re right. The post-sympathy-bone-walk-out is you"re only escape hatch now."
Denise: "It was really sweet there for a while. Really sweet. But it"s just - it"s just not the kind of love that lasts."

Angel: "This him?"
Host: "It is not."
"Oh, got him. - He"s a physicist - and a pretty good one according to this."
Angel: "I"ll find out where the lab is."
"Hi. I"m just trying to get a hold of - Gene Rainy? He"s a grad student in physics."
Guy: "Oh, yeah. He"s our own Stephen Hawking. Ah, what do you want with him?"
Angel: "I"m sorry. Leonard Taubman from the Taubman Foundation. We just freed up some new grant money. I was hoping to earmark it for Gene."
Guy: "Wish I was a genius. He"s got his own lab in the physics department.
Uh, it"s about a quarter of a mile from here. You just stay on this path, go past Kelton hall...
What is that?"
Angel: "Don"t worry. School mascot."

Gene: "So I"ll give her the kind of love that lasts."
Host: "Sorry."
Angel: "What did you say to it?"
Host: "I said we come in peace. I don"t think he believed me."
Angel: "And what did he say to me?"
Host: "He said "you shall not stop the golden child, the one for whom we have waited." Lubber demons, they have a way with words."

Angel: "What"s a Lubber demon?"
Host: "Fanatical sect, awaiting a messiah who will usher in the end of all human life. A lot of your demons don"t yak about it in mixed company, but it is a pretty popular theology in the underworld."

Angel: "So this mad scientist has these demons worshipping and protecting him while he blows up the planet... or what? - What"s he gonna do?"

Host: "Lets get to his lab pronto and find out. It"s pretty clear we"re dealing with a criminal mastermind."

Angel: "Come again?"
Host: "Stopping time."
Mike: "Which is impossible by the way. No one can do the math. Does anybody listen to me? No. He gets the grants I get carpet mold."

Angel: "Alright. Lets say he could do it. Lets say he could stop time. How would it work?"

Mike: "Well, you know, according to his speculations you focus the accelerators on a specific point, and if you can generate the correct velocity, whatever is in that field would just be removed."

Angel: "Removed."
Mike: "From our reality."
Host: "What happens to it?"
Mike: "Nothing. In the absolute sense of that word. Whatever is in the field would stand still forever in its own private universe."

Host: "Say, someone, just for fun, were to crank this into overdrive."

Mike: "If the field were improperly contained it would spill out. Keep growing, stop everything - kind of wiggy, huh?"

Angel: "Who has the keys to this place?"
Mike: "Only Gene. Even the maintenance guys can only come in when he"s here."

Host: "No forced entry."
Mike: "Why would Gene take his own equipment?"
Angel: "The question is *where* would Gene take his own equipment."
Host: "So there is another gear after that number two thingy? Oh, relax. I"ll pay for a tune-up. Unless the world ends, then I"m off the hook."

Angel: "Well, if it saves you some money, then I guess it"s a good thing."
Host: "Oh, this whole sour pussy mode of yours, it"s starting to grate. You know what your problem is? - Are you listening?"
Angel: "Do I have a choice?"
Host: "Your heart isn"t in it anymore."
Angel: "I don"t have a pulse so technically I don"t have a heart."
Host: "Technically, someone puts a stake through it you don"t have anything anymore. So, Bubba, your heart counts."

Angel: "I have no idea what you"re babbling about."
Host: "Yes, you do. If the world were to end tonight, would it really, in your heart of hearts, be such a terrible thing? Now- now, sweetie, is that a fun place to be?"

Angel: "I think you should shut up now."

Host: " I"m the host. Have you met me? I never shut up. You pushed your friends away. You went from helping the helpless to hunting down the guilty.
Blood vengeance is a luxury of the lesser beings. You"re a champion, Angel. I mean - you were, at least."

Angel: "What do you want me to tell you?"
Host: "Everything. What"s in your heart, why you stopped caring. You know, the whole ball of wax, so I can help you get back on your path. No need to rush, we got time. You know - not a *lot*."
Host: "La la la li, du du dum..."
Angel: "You want to know what my problem is? I"m screwed. That"s my problem. I can"t win. I"m trying to atone for a hundred years of unthinkable evil. News flash!
I never can! Never going to be enough.

Now I got Wolfram and Hart dogging me, it"s too much! Two hundred highly intelligent law-school graduates working fulltime driving me crazy. Why the hell is everyone so surprised that it"s working?
But no, it"s "Angel, why you"re so cranky?" "Angel, you should lighten up. You should smile. You should wear a nice plaid.""

Host: "Oh. Not this season, honey."
Angel: "Redemption. Darla had a shot at redemption. They took it from her. Now I have to hunt her down and kill her. I"m gonna do it. I"m gonna kill her, and then I"m gonna burn that law firm to the ground.
My crew - they couldn"t handle that. That"s good.
It means that they"re still human. It means their better off fired."

Host: "You kind of left them in the cold."
Angel: "It"s a lot colder in here."
Host: "It"s not always gonna be this way. The song changes. Unless, of course, we don"t get there on time, in which case - you"ll be frozen in this *crappy* mood forever. I shudder to think."
Angel: "We"ll get there."
Host: "Look out!"
Gene: "Hi."
Denise: "Hi."
Gene: "You look, uh... - Well, happy anniversary."
Patty"s dad: "Good job, man. We"re very grateful."
Wesley: "Oh, yes. We found the killer just not the murderer."
Aunt: "What"s he talking about?"
Wesley: "This demon was a puppet. Acting under the control of someone else. Someone in this room."
Cordy: "Are these for everyone?"
Wesley: "What do we know? We know that when we arrived yesterday there was a noticeable scent of foxglove and hellebore.
Not to keep this demon out, as one might suspect, but rather to keep him *in* so he could carry out the murderer"s clever plan. Such a plan would require the skills of a master wizard."
Dad: "I don"t do that stuff anymore."
Wesley: "Then we have the footprints in the soft soil under the window outside the solarium - far too small and not webbed to belong to this demon."
Aunt: "But Kevin told you, those were his."

Dad: "He snuck in late last night."
Wesley: "Loudly, so we all could hear. Supposedly from seeing that shop girl in town. But we all know that Kevin is impotent, so why put on the show? Perhaps to cover for the real killer -
unless Kevin in fact *is* the real killer. With Derek gone, the family inheritance falls to you, the younger brother and black sheep of the family. - Unfortunately you had neither the opportunity nor the intelligence to perpetrate this crime. - Sorry about the impotent remark. -
So if Kevin was to have control of the money, who would have control of Kevin?"

Cordy: "Are there any more of these little..."
"Sorry."
Wesley: "His sister? His mother? - Both powerful forces in his life, both with their own agendas. But only one person knew the secret that would allow them to blackmail Kevin for the rest of his life.
Only one person took pains to hide their muddy shoes. Only one person reeked of foxglove and hellebore. Only one person was responsible for the death of Derek Bointon - his own sweet, doting Aunt Helen!"

Dad: "Helen!"
Cordy: "Not so fast, sister."
Gunn: "*That* was cool."
Wesley: "It wasn"t that difficult. You just - have to keep sifting the evidence until the truth finally hits you."

Gene: "So how was scene class?"

Denise: "Well, you know - Jack - thinks he can"t play it without a goatee."
Gene: "The footstool would have a goatee?"

Denise: "Well, you know Jack. Thank you for the, ah... It"s really pretty."
Gene: "It made me think of you. - Are you all done?"
Denise: "Yeah. I"m not that hungry. - It was good. It was really good."
Host: "Hurry!"
Denise: "That"s sweet."
Gene: "I"m sorry about the clutter."
Denise with a smile: "It wouldn"t be you without it."
Gene: "I love you."
Angel: "Okay. If I had a machine to stop time, where would I put it?"

Host: "Probably were the demons can guard it."
Denise: "Gene, we have to talk."
Gene: "I can"t believe this."
"Listen, I am - really, really sorry. I had no idea I was putting the whole world in jeopardy or - or there were all these demons. - Although the idea of aliens among us is consistent with Murdoch"s multi-verse. I just - I just didn"t want her to leave."

Angel: "Well, you know - love it"s a fire."
Gene: "You been there."
Angel: "It burns you. - Alive. Down to the bone. And then it turns the bone to ash..."
Host: "I-I think what my chipper friend is trying to say here, Gene, is the wheel keeps turning. You can"t stop it. Sometimes things get worse, sometimes they get better."

Gene: "I want the wheel to stop - which probably explains the whole time in a box disaster. I can"t emphasize enough how sorry I am about that."
Host: "It just don"t work, Gene-y. It"s like a song. Now, I can hold a note for a long time actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that"s just noise. It"s the change we"re listening for. The note coming after, and the one after that. That"s what makes it music."

Gene: "I guess. - - You guys like beer?"
Angel: "Beer sounds great."
Gene: "I"m glad you guys, ah..."
Host: "You"re connecting to a human. That"s a start. Although I"d go easy on the bone and ash metaphors for a while."
Angel: "Well, the guy is a disaster at love, and nearly destroyed the world. I can relate. - Yeah, I guess I did kind of leave "em in the cold."
Host: "What, your buddies? By firing them?"

Angel: "Yeah. - Yeah, I guess I made it pretty hard for "em."
Cordy: "Hi."
Wesley: "How are you?"
Man: "Uhm..."
Gunn: "You alright?"
Man: "I just - I need help. Is this Angel Investigations?"
Wesley: "Uh, yeah, you"re in the right place. Ah. Sorry about the confusion."
Cordy: "We"re just having a little celebration. A new beginning kind of thing."

Man: "Oh, well, maybe I should..."
Wesley: "No!"
Gunn: "No, no. You need help, you"re in the right place. We can talk in back. Come on in."